Letra de Alberto Morrocco

Alberto Morrocco is a painter His thoughts are on my walk He likes to draw this lady As she sleeps Alberto Morrocco paints bluebirds But he colors them green He draws a jar of roses As the lady, she still sleeps And I don't know If he loves her sweetly I just hope he tells her If he does Alberto Morrocco is a painter Smudges the walls in pink Shutters hang like baubles As the lady, she still sleeps The porcelain sinks got a crack 'n't (in it) And the birdcage has got no bird His trousers billow in the window As the lady, she still sleeps And I don't know If he loves her sweetly I just hope he tells her If he does Alberto Morrocco is a painter Alberto Morrocco loves this lady, So he paints her